I'm as provocative of tears as an onion! - Nathaniel Hawthorne

Halfway down a by-street of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, facing towards various points of the compass, and a huge, clustered chimney in the midst. The street is Pyncheon Street; the house is the old Pyncheon House; and an elm-tree, of wide circumference, rooted before the door, is familiar to every town-born child by the title of the Pyncheon Elm.

...such loss of faith is ever one of the saddest results of sin.

Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.